Write a story containing a number of metaphors surrounding the theme of 'Coming of Age'.
This phrase could mean different things to you; you could use it to convey a sense of anticipation, drama, or confusion to your readers.
coming of age means
you have to do the work.
you get no help,
you never will
you have to figure it out alone
and if you say something back,
people think you’re weak.
coming of age means
you will never be enough.
your parents will think you should do more
your teachers will think you can get better grades
your friends will think you need to be more fun
your mind will think you need to be better....
I am the ghost of the first mother.
I guide my daughters through their lives, helping them grow. When they themselves have daughters, I help them raise them, to learn to let them go when it is time. Then those daughters are guided onto the path with me that will lead them to raising their own kids.
On and on, the cycle goes.
Occasionally, I assist a father as well.
They are EXTREMELY relucta...
⚠️DISCLAIMER⚠️: the song Daylight by David Kushner sets the mood for this story. If you want, you can listen to it when reading!
I guess I thought graduating from one of the top schools would make me feel complete again. I was wrong.
For the past months of university, my friends were going to parties and actually enjoying themselves. I don’t know if I could even call them friends. I knew ...
Everyone is a tree. We are trees. My tree grows but it is smaller than the other trees. My tree is just as efficient as other trees even if it is being held back from growing. My tree makes apples to make others happy. My tree has tire swings and allows others to make things out of me. Its okay if it hurts. My tree has carvings in it. Just lines. My tree is scared of being around other trees. My t...
the moment you open your eyes
the world will awaken with you
the crown of fire upon your head
burning along with the innocence
that comes with childhood
a shining silver tiara
adorned among those long braids
you’ve wondered for years
of who, or what you are
you have lived many lives
are you a warrior, a fighter of justice?
or are you a princess, and bringer of peace?
if not, then what?
The wind sifted through the trees creating the familiar, earthly sound that normally would have made Rayne aware of the breath entering his lungs. The sound of the river flowing endlessly over logs and through debris would usually remind him of the water slipping through his toes, helping the fog leave his wakeful mind.
Today, though, the woods did none of those things
There wasn’t just a fog i...
growing up is strange
you think people are born to show kindness
until you get taunted for being you
then you realize people aren’t what they seem
you think your friends will be there for life
until they stab you in the back
then you realize friends come and go
you think that your parents are the perfect love
until they divorce when you’re fifteen
then you realize perfect love doesn’t exist...
Unused lockers line my high school hallways. Appropriately named, since everyone is high.
Eighteen has never felt like more of a curse: here I stand straddling the fence of adulthood with one foot still firmly planted in this prison they call school.
Expectations are readily dumped on me and I take them without complaint. I want my independence after all, and don’t mind the weight.
(This is Not real🥲 some parts may resemble me but…yeah)
It was my birthday today, grampa.
My sixteenth to be exact.
I wish you were here,
As I told you about my year.
My face flooded with silent tears.
You acted as if my father,
So of course I was there for you too.
For if my grandmother hadn’t remarried,
I don’t know how I would have carried.
It’s my sixteenth to be exact,
My quince was alre...
He’s coming round the mountaintop
The stranger we all meet
And he is not inclined to wait
For those that drag their feet
He’ll wrap you in a tattered cloak
Or a glorious one, should you reach and take it,
And though he’ll never crush your throat
His softest grip may break it
You met him once before
Far back on a winding road
When you were young
And walked with lions
He offered you humility
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